Perfection.

She is perfection.

In beauty, at least.

In the way she walks.

The way she talks.

The way she acts.

The way she wants it.

I've seen how lovely she is.

But only I have looked past

The warm exterior and seen

The cold interior.

She told me once, y'know.

About her tragedies.

About the pain.

About the very first time…

Her powers appeared.

Her friend's death.

She didn't want it to happen again.

So…

She locked away Jeannie.

The one that caused all this.

And she became Jean Grey.

Cold perfection.

Forever.